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🕑 Added 2025-06-17 05:21:19 +0000 UTCWind in the Smoke
Chapter 205 - Hidden Enemies
Halstead Mansion
Dante was sipping a glass of wine while holding in his hand a list of those who needed to be eliminated during his time in London.
"The team is in position."
"Good. Tell them they can begin."
Dante gave the order that would trigger a war across many parts of London—one that wouldn’t end until a single power remained standing. And that power, without a doubt, would be SAMCRO.
"Sir, we shouldn’t make too many moves that could alert the London police. We have no control over them, and surely their intelligence agencies know a lot of our personnel have entered their country."
Dante didn’t even look at his assistant. He simply said one undeniable truth:
"We're eliminating their criminals. They’ll probably appreciate that."
"But—"
"I’ve got it under control. I’m sure the Chinese are involved in this massive shitstorm too, and I have to put an end to it."
Dante had received deeply troubling information from the CIA involving secret organizations from various countries.
This was no longer just about criminal groups—it now involved spies and assassins. Dante had to send a message and let both his attackers and the Clarks know that SAMCRO was here.
"As you command, boss."
…
Zz... An apartment building. Everyone must be eliminated.
A black-ops team clad in military gear stormed into an apartment complex on the outskirts of the city. A criminal gang that had started competing with the Glass family in cannabis sales was holed up here. It was clear: the most visible enemies had to be crushed first.
Boom!
“What was that explosion?”
asked a startled woman, apparently on the phone with someone special.
“It sounded like it came from the door. Who’s going to check?”
Someone turned on their phone’s flashlight, but before they could investigate, the sound of approaching footsteps was followed by gunfire.
Bullets tore through the air and hit their mark.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The caliber used was large enough to tear apart the man behind the door and punch massive holes in the wall.
“This can’t be happening...”
The same thing was happening in every apartment known to house members of the gang.
“Who are you?”
Crocodile, seeing that the targets were just teenagers, ignored the pointless question and gave a cold order:
“Kill everyone except the woman. No witnesses.”
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The massacre erupted as Crocodile walked toward a table. Spotting a handwritten note and a trembling glass, he opened fire at the seemingly empty air in front of him.
The deafening gunfire shredded everything that moved. Everything had to die—except animals. Dante loved cats.
Zz... Captain, looks like the police are on their way.
Zz... We need to move quickly. We’re not here to engage with the London police.
The first team secured the lower floors while others advanced upward, eliminating anyone in their path.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
“Aaaaaaaaah!”
Boom!
Crocodile turned toward the second floor, where two of his men had been blown into a wall by an explosion.
Zz... Team One, seal all exits. Burn it to the ground.
In the midst of this dangerous and chaotic massacre, Crocodile requested reinforcements, activating specialized operatives who would only intervene if absolutely necessary.
The situation now demanded backup.
At that moment, multiple police cars raced toward the building. As they stopped, officers spotted several men in black and aimed their weapons.
“Armed police! Drop your weapons now!”
Bang! Bang! Bang!
But the SAMCRO members outside had no orders to surrender. They opened fire to hold off the police.
When Crocodile finally reached the room where the gang leader was hiding, the man had lost all will to fight.
“You picked the wrong fight. The boss wants to see you in person.”
“How did you find out?”
"The Sons of Anarchy know everything."
Boom! Boom! Boom!
As the police moved in, multiple explosions rocked the building, plunging everything into chaos.
Crocodile dragged the man away—someone who apparently had ties to the organizations that had conspired to assassinate Dante in London.
Boom!
"Take out the tires. We have to get out of here now."
Once the rest of the SAMCRO agents were downstairs, they quickly escaped the area, unable to be stopped by the underpowered police force.
…
Minutes later, the shooting scene was swarming with police officers.
“Ready? Perfect. Clean it all up and give the guys some downtime to grab a bite.”
That night, Dante received good news. The operation had gone exactly as planned. The ones behind his troubles had been identified.
And now it was time to meet with his partners.
Comments
Nato J
the chapter followed, one of your previous chapters with the assassin Pink sneakers as leader
